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I'm hungry for more... please feed me. Cat

The jaws of insanity and depression. Tread softly, (don't fall) but it brings great work like this one.

i feel as if I am walking alone through such corridors when reading this piece. a feeling of lost warmth and extinct comfort. leading me to breed primal desires in the name of hope. a desire to find light and familiar laughter. a desire to crawl forward, up, and out of such corridors. understanding through self-experiment and dangerous immersion. this is the gift you give with such "dark" writing. so that I might know "light" when i see it. thank you. we can only be on the verge of going mad when we can identify the very abyss of lunacy we fear. and upon this unmasking of it...we harness the chance and knowledge to tip-toe around its lurking monsters. step carefully and with intent on the path of wisdom and courage. Daniel

stiff Stag shoes instead of broken winter boots my wheels whisper on fine ground sand through loops of light so dark in places pockets of night and inside behind the blinds the aging moon hides shiver through the seperate soul my speeding heart the noises of the lenient spark of hope of sleep come find me please before i break apart O (so i true understand this peice of yours like a band of black in my outcrop soul i swear it is me this dark not for the light of layer there and then upon my grim responsibilites I love your works and this fine poem i read in witching hours my most comfortable zone ...)

man i love dark poetry and this is the very definition of the hollow places in the soul

I can only say again that it makes me shiver... Yours, Ink Dragon

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Powerful write! I like especially the seismological metaphors--very consonant with my plutonic frame of mind of late...

Read this 4 times maybee just me,[most likely] the first paragraph didn't seem to flow well with the second I'm going MAD! LOL Each paragraph seperately a gem!

Thats a great line by the way. For some silence and darkness is their only friend, but when you are afraid they can be terrifying especially when couched as you have done with Satanic overtones. I can see why an editor would have liked this, it has great imagery and the dark emotions of a bottomless pit. Wonderful poem. Keith

...so familiar to me ,on the verge,losing your grip on your sanity. ,great read. Lacy, Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.

This piece of work reminded me of what it feels like when I am caught up in the jaws of depression. The imagery and descriptions are just so... Cat

Kinda like reading a female version of Edgar Allen Poe. I can almost see Vincent Price reciting this poem in an intro to one of his movies. You got a dark soul there sister. RT

now I know you.... and somehow I sense you giggling a bit while you wrote this... :D xxx BB~ "Defend your peace."

This is a dark piece but gripping to me and obviously some others here..I guess we have a few dark spots in us..the editor was right..great poem.

(and short) piece. And it's obvious the editor knew what he/she was doing. So poetic the message, so vibrant (and knowledgeable) the telling. Fascinating. And thank you, Chuck PS: Empty corridors that reverberate. Who among us hasn't recognized (or experienced) that ... but without finding just the right words for it.

It's like when your on a trail at dusk just off the desert and weird stuff starts to hapen. Stuff like camel riding vampir with 12 inch snake tounges appearing in a dream and you are fighting to run but your legs just wont go fast enough but by a stroke of luck you wake up. You wonder why you woke up and are afraid to go back, to go back there. Depression is the worst thing. Most doctors will say it is a nightmare for them as well. No quick cure. Only a quick fix. Be well, stay well, take care of yourself. Truly, Mark